
01-20-2008, 01:40 AM
Thank you kindly. I did hope that it would bring some thought into the minds of those who read it. It pleases me to know that you enjoyed my writing.
-Rose-
She finished her drink and got out of her seat to kneel down, setting the glass by her feet. Grabbing the hilt of her sword and unsheathed it once she was in position. The sword was beautiful, made of a cyrstaline material. A dragon was engraved into the blade, representing the eye of the dragon was a ruby gem, glistening as though it were alive. She closed her eyes for a moment and the blade itself became engulfed in a soft grey light and shortened to its easier to handle dagger form. Still containing all the markings of the larger appearence.
Her crimson eyes wandered around the area dully before settling upon her palm. She worked off a black leather glove and let it drop off to the side. As she knelt down to the ground and poised her dagger. Dragging the blade across her now exposed skin she made a small cut in her palm and caused it to bleed. Her finger diped into her own blood and began to making a unique design upon the floor infront of her knee.
She began with a circle, the blood smearing on the floor to create a deep red line in wake of her finger's movements. As the circle completed she then moved back down to about half of the circle and made an arch on the top and bottom making almost cresent moon designs. another circle was placed between the area of the cresent moons and it resembled an eye. She then drew four circles within the main circle that connected the the middle one. The outer circle began to take on a golden glow in a raised light that shimmered like the outline of the radiating sun.
She pulled her finger away and a gold shimmer of light began to follow the blood trail of the design exactly how she drew it. When it completely finished the whole design glowed before fading and there burned was the eye of the dragon, as if it were a real eye it blinked. The illusionary shimmer began to fade away and left an almost ash like residue in its wake.
She made another cut in her hand and began to design another one. She made another charm almost identical to the previous one and pressed the cut palm against it. They both began to shine with delicate colors and she slowly began to lift her hand up and the charms began to break apart and form into the shape of a rose. When it was fully created she set it on the ground and it stood there as if it had a life of its own. The charms that were made in blood vanished.
She lightly tapped the top of the rose and it slowly unraveled itself, blooming to its peak of perfection. Her fingertips traced the petals and it started to crystalize, preserving the beauty of it in it's prime. She then lifted it in her hand and twirled it between her finger and thumb just before her eyes. A moment later she rose up from her knees into her seat. She held the rose, now, to her bottom lip, letting the captured beauty blend with the color of her own rose colored lips.
Still holding the rose in her hand she leaned in towards it and lightly blew upon it with her warm breath. As if it were ice, the crystalized glazing began to melt away from the rose created from blood.
Once the protection of the cyrstal coating had vanished the rose began to fall as though it were wilting. It began to revert back into its origional state. Her hand turned palm upward to cradle all the blood within her grasp.
She leaned in and blew upon it once more, causing a ripple to appear within the dark red liquid. A small wave formed before it was pushed off the edge of her fingertips and the droplets broke off from the main body of it, turning into rose petals before hitting the ground.
Once a small pile was collected upon the floor she merely looked at it, seeing what she had created now turned into the lifeless petals signaling the rose's death. She brushed her foot against them, her boot smearing the lightly upon the floor and every petal began to fade away.
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